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this fleeting moment is a lie. Touch me.
Like close ones touch their dead in smashan.
My hand, here, take my hand.
Hold still, do not let go,
so long as you stay close.
Filled wth fear, seems this fleeting moment is a lie.
Like a lie it was, the long long yesterday.
Like a lie it will be, the eternal tomorrow!
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